Sacrificed to an Erotic Goddess

Xenia Sorenson is a famous erotic author with a questionable reputation. Her books have been published in over thirty countries and more than twenty languages. However, no production company has ever been brave enough to put her work on the big screen.

Housewives, lonely businesswomen, teachers, busy doctors and many other women of all ages from around the world masturbated to her stories of women taking charge in the bedroom.

Her books were praised for their realistic, seductive sex scenes. Rumours abounded that they came from Xenia’s own experiences. That was where her real reputation came from. Many young men from around the world were said to have been left quivering and ruined on Xenia’s hotel beds over the years. They were all victims, in the name of her research.

Here she was, 43 years old, her long dark hair flowing down her back, her glistening green eyes with a hint of malevolence. Her crimson lips, provocative.

Xenia was attractive. Her red dress was elegant, hugging her figure down to just above her knees. Her dress exposed a small amount of cleavage. It was as if she were made for such a refined environment.

I sat next to my boss, Theresa, in the restaurant of Xenia’s hotel. The publishing house we worked for would pay for our dinner that night, and they were paying for Xenia’s hotel room.

It was a clandestine meeting. Word was out that Xenia wasn’t happy with her current publisher. The publisher I worked for was trying to sign her. She would pay less commission and would have more creative control. It was catnip for any professional author.

The conversation was business-like. I spoke little, only listening through the hum of the other diners. I was there for the experience. My boss wanted me to be more involved with authors.

With every sip of her wine, Xenia gave me a side glance and a smile that wasn’t for my benefit. It was more like she was eyeing up her prey. Me.

“I’ll have the contracts drawn and emailed to you to sign,” Theresa said happily as she and Xenia stood to shake hands warmly. I stood too, but Theresa, with a soft touch on my arm, threw me to this she-wolf. “Hayden, I want you to stay and entertain Xenia a little while longer. Why don’t you go to the bar with her while I pay?”

My heart pounded in my chest. Was this the reason I was asked to come?

“Don’t look so worried,” Xenia assured me with her predatory, seductive smile as she took my arm. “We’ll have a lot of fun together, I promise you.”

Xenia licked her lips after her first sip of spiced rum. Neat with ice. Her eyes studied me as we sat in seclusion together. Theresa wouldn’t be joining us.

“I’m making you nervous.” Her voice was calm and confident.

“A little,” I replied.

“Hmm.” She smiled again and took another sip of her spiced rum. “You know of my reputation?”

“Your books are very well written,” I told her.

She laughed at my compliment; my reply greatly amused her. My phone buzzed with a message.

“A girl?” Xenia asked, raising an eyebrow inquisitively at my phone.

“No, it’s Theresa. She says she wants me to give you everything you want.”

“Everything I want?” Xenia laughed again.

“Would it have mattered if it were a girl?”

“No. I still would have taken what I wanted.”

“What is that?”

“Give me your hand.” Taking my hand, she sensually sucked on my finger, then ran it down the line of her cleavage. “When I asked you if you knew about my reputation, I meant my other reputation.”

“Yes,” I replied nervously as Xenia slid closer to me, her hot breath feeling seductive as she breathed in my ear. Her hand stroked up my thigh, making my cock betray me.

“Good.” Her tone was certain in a way that she knew my night would end in her hotel room. “It makes what happens next easier. I like fucking younger men, Hayden. Theresa knows this. That is why you are here. You are her gift to me for signing with her publisher, a deal sweetener if you like, and you, Darling, are absolutely delectable.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

Her brow furrowed in mock disappointment as she stroked the bulge my cock was making. “It doesn’t feel like you don’t want to. Your cock is telling me you would very much like to come to my hotel suite. I promise you, we’ll enjoy our night together. Do you find me attractive, Hayden?”

I could only nod.

“Beautiful?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you. And you, Darling, are extremely handsome. As we are two attractive people alone together, why don’t we kiss?”

I didn’t want to, but with what she was doing to me under the table, I couldn’t stop my head from turning towards her.

The kiss was soft, short, yet enough for her seductive poison to enter my veins. I was hers.

“Hmm, that was nice,” Xenia breathed, her eyes full of desire. “Would you like to kiss me again?”

I didn’t answer. I leaned forward and kissed this seductress. She was a succubus whom Theresa had given my soul to.

Xenia pushed her tongue to my lips, and I let her in.

When we parted, she smiled and took my hand. “Let me make you famous.”

We headed to her suite in silence. Her chin raised confidently in the lift, giving no sign of what we were to do.

As soon as we were inside her suite, she pinned me against the door, her thigh pressing against my hard cock. I tried to kiss her, but she pulled away, her eyes gleaming wickedly.

I had no idea what we were doing. She was keeping me guessing on purpose, making sure she was in control. It was how she wanted it. She was giving me nothing but would take everything I had.

Xenia turned and slid her dress off her shoulders, stepping out of it the moment it touched the floor, leaving me a sight of her dressed only in her thong and heels, marvelling at her figure.

“Yoga, Darling,” she told me, sultrily looking over her bare shoulder, reading my thoughts. “Come on, Darling,” she said, waving me to follow. “You’d better undress as you walk. We haven’t all night.”

Her hotel suite was large. The bed was king-size. The view from the window was spectacular. The woman with me was a goddess.

“Sit down, Darling,” Xenia told me sternly as she pushed me onto the sofa before she kicked off her heels and mounted me, hungrily kissing me. Her seduction was over. I was seduced.

My arms wrapped themselves around her, my hands caressing her beautiful ass. Her hands cupping my face. Her tongue in my mouth.

“You’re mine, Darling,” she breathed into my lips. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” I replied obediently.

Xenia’s smile at my submission was devilish. She rose so her breasts were in my face. A nipple forced its way into my mouth.

“Here, you do as I say, Darling,” she told me strictly through contented sighs as I swirled my tongue around her nipple. Her fingers gripped my hair forcefully. “You do not have a choice. You will give yourself to me, and you will only cum when I tell you.”

Xenia rose again to push her thong-clad pussy in my face. I could only grab her hips and kiss her. Xenia moaned. I could smell her. Her dominance was turning her on. Her dominance was turning me on.

“Take it off! With your teeth.” She ordered me.

We were now both naked. Her pussy was still in my face, and her fingers were still gripping my hair.

“Oh! You’re good,” she moaned as she ground herself on my tongue. “Very good!”

Her praise drove me on. My lips sucked on her clit.

“Suck harder, and don’t you fucking dare stop!” she demanded, her aggressive growl leaving me in no doubt she expected me to obey.

Her hands pulled me hard into her pussy. The moan of her orgasm filled my ears as the sweetness of her cum touched my taste buds and flowed down my chin.

She then came back down to kiss me before I could take a breath.

“On the bed!”

I obeyed.

On my back.

My cock, ready for her.

Xenia climbed onto the bed slowly, prowling. Her eyes fixed on mine, but she was only after one thing.

“Very nice, Darling,” she smiled as her hand circled my cock. Her smile then disappeared as she opened her mouth and devoured it.

“Fuck!” I moaned. I never felt anything like it. She took my cock in one. She began doing things to it that I had never felt before.

“What did I tell you not to do without my permission?” Xenia asked me.

“Cum!” I screamed, feeling the sharpness of her teeth when I took too long to answer.

When she heard what she wanted, I felt the soft relief of her tongue.

“Are you enjoying this?”

“Yes!”

“Do you want to cum?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“Not yet.” Her laugh was as smooth as silk, but her tone was evil.

This wasn’t a blowjob. It was torture.

I was almost in tears when she straddled, and I sighed when I entered her.

“Hayden, Darling, if you make me feel good, I’ll let you cum. Yes! Like that,” she told me, putting my hands on her ass, as I began to thrust upwards. “Keep doing that.”

Xenia fell on me to kiss me, only breaking off to moan her orgasm.

“Now, Darling!” she told me after what felt like the longest and most painful time of my life, staring into my eyes after another orgasm rocked her. “Cum for me.”

I drove up hard, almost arching my back. I came so much. My orgasm left my mind fuzzy and my body shaking as I became another one of her victims.

“Hayden!” Xenia whispered, kissing me softly. “Are you back with me?”

“Uh huh!” I replied, unable to speak.

“It’s been a long time since I had someone as good as you. Thank you.”

She lifted herself off me and went to the bathroom, taking her phone with her.

As I lay on the bed recovering, I heard her speaking on the phone.

“Hello, Theresa, thank you so much! Hayden was everything you said he would be and more. Great body and fantastic cock. I think I’ll keep him tonight. I shall look forward to working with you.”

I heard the toilet flush, then she returned to bed just as my senses came back to me.

“Don’t you fall asleep, Hayden. The night is still young,” she said, running her hands over my body.

A few months later, Xenia Sorenson’s new book was on my desk. When I opened it, I saw Xenia had signed it for me.

“To Hayden, my inspiration! I hope you enjoy the book as much as our night together. I told you I would make you famous. I’ll look forward to you helping me with… my research, again.

With Love

Xenia”

As I read the book, I saw that the male character’s name was Hayden, and Xenia wrote the sex scene with Dalia Bradfield, the main character, exactly how Xenia had sex with me that night.

The book was a bestseller, naturally.

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